Mr. MacDonald told me a story or old fox hunting days that I fund interesting. A black fox was reported to have been spotted on the loose in the Priest Pond area, not far from East Point. It was in 1917 or thereabouts when black foxes were really valuable, if the animal were caught uninjured.

Bill Chappell, New London, had a good fox hound and he was sent for. The hunt lasted two days without raising a scent, but on the afternoon of the third day the hound started to bay furiously.

The animal was unleeshed and he took straight as an arrow for a nearby farm house, went through a bedroom window carrying the sash with him, and then continued through an open door as he maintained his pursuit of a cat. Racing for his life, the cat had scrambled through the slightly open window, but the hound was too big for the narrow opening so he took the window with him.

That ended the fox hunt, except for settling of damages with the understandably irate farmer, whose window had been demolished, but Mr. MacDonald was not present for that development.

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Waldron H. Leard